With the mountain shrouded by clouds, alternative entertainment is sought:

Got wood?

This paved trail suddenly just stopped (like many a road in this country). There was about a 2 foot drop into a rocky old river bed. It took every ounce of strength to wrestle the bike around on that narrow path.

I flew over Fujisan many times. It was most amazing seeing it snow covered in winter.

It was nice to see your pics taken on the mountain.

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Have to agree, it does look better snow capped. Didn't see any snow on the mountain this time. There is usually some all year round. Perhaps some on the north facing slopes, which were covered by clouds by the time I rode around there.

WTF! Riding by on the bike,I thought it was a mutating dog like the ones at Outpost 31 in John Carpenter's The Thing. I was all ready to unstrap my flamethrower...

Past Jet Ski retirement home

Nice wing mirrors

I adore 90's cartoonish bike graphics (and jet ski graphics). A true golden age in Japanese bike building history. A lot of the great bikes that were produced in Japan in the 90s with top-notch materials and high specs only reached western shores via grey imports, if at all.
Man I just love the decals from the 90's!

On the Fuji Five and looking for a good route to Tokyo? The 413 will trump the 246, and the Tomei any ole day of the week.
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26 miles through the mountains, following a meandering river, with two stoplights that never turn red. Calling PBR Street Gang. PBR Street Gang, this is Almighty. Do you read me? Over.

He was close, real close. I couldn't see him yet, but I could feel him, as if the boat were being sucked upriver and the water was flowing back into the jungle. Whatever was going to happen, it wasn't gonna be the way they call it back in Nha Trang.

Who's in command here? Ain't you?

They were gonna make me a Major for this, and I wasn't even in their fuckin' army anymore.